#technoblade poem

[ele0nline]

The Sonnet of the Farmer

In a distant land stands a man with a broken back and withered hands under a frozen sun  hung high above a field of corn. Built on stilts of severed bone and ashen snow, armed with an officer’s wit and a soldier's worn hoe, a sense of bliss now warms the calloused word of his command. A man. He is just a man a man with a farmer’s tan and back swathed in tattered cloth to hide scars of betrayal with pride. A simple man slaving beneath an icy sky. A farmer, keeping a traitorous heart in line.

I wrote this poem in, like, 2021 but never had a chance to post it anywhere. To the unknowing person, it's just a silly little poem about a retired soldier still haunted by war, but to the knowing person, it is more. :)

I wrote it about Technoblade when he was living in the arctic. This is an almost-sonnet about a Minecraft youtuber I'm such a fucking nerd

[arriathedragon]

I miss him. Long live the King.

[icara-mack]

happy 25th birthday techno, not a day goes by where the world doesn’t miss you. o7 rest in power

I’ve heard of a sky with a thousand suns

Just beyond a veil.

I’m told the wonder’s beyond reproach

And our world - but a mirror - seems pale.

You left to see those thousand suns

That cast the heaven’s light.

There are no shadows in that world, just endless sunlit skies.

So when my star grows old and pale

And burns out like a lamp

I’ll join you in that land of suns and see you once again.

Here are the closeups, tumblr did in fact eat the original lmao

[trappedinacomputer]

With the talk of Techno on Bad's stream I wanna share a bit of my favorite poem about death.

It's called "Death is Nothing At All" by Henry Scott Holland

"...Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!"

[bestmcytquoteshowdown]

Quote 84:

A lot of peoples - Blood for the Blood God!!!

Quote 105:

The End Poem - and the universe said i love you because you are love

[simplepotatofarmer]

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

when you speak at funerals you talk about their laughter, how they lit up the room (it was the way you said ‘hullo’, the sing-song announcement of a stream)

the memories you had together, days at the park and the smell of their shampoo when you hugged them close (it was the stories you told, of myths and your childhood and maybe they were the same thing)

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

when I can't speak on memories that we shared or tell a room of those grieving about the joke that was just between us (it was the messages about a spider in the middle of the night and thousands of voices saying the same thing)

how do you mourn someone who never smiled at you (I wish I had seen you smile more)

how do you package that grief

how do you bury it

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

how can I say that I miss you when I never waved goodbye to you (I wish I had known to say goodbye sooner)

but I miss you

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

there are no books on grieving a stranger on morning someone whose name you never even knew (not until it was too late)

there are no support groups for the loss of someone you never spoke to once (I will never forget your voice)

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met and I'm mourning and this is new and I'm doing it badly and I am doing clumsily and I am doing it in the middle of the night in the bathroom because I don't know how to mourn you but I do

this is how I mourn someone that I’ve never met

- untitled poem, written at 1:47 a.m. on 12.23.22

[zizsmthg]

Technoblade - King

Consider this and my previous one, as a WIP of bigger work, from now

[queer-enderdragon]

storyteller, entertainer you be; you were, your scene forever safe in marble. your life gone, your fire still burning kept alive by everyone that ever and never meet you. many eyes on you, even after your departure, many hearts still beating in your name.

rest well, technoblade; Alexander the great

[like-icarus-i-fall]

the crown you passed down

rests heavy on our heads

your legacy lives on

in our hearts

your humour and laugh

bring endless light and happiness

to the days that can’t get any darker

your determination is an inspiration

that we will never let die

just like you

your memory will live

through donations and jokes

because The Blade never dies

(fuck cancer)

👑

[scarletv0id]

For Technoblade, thank you for all that you did.

There’s something so surreal in saying goodbye.

In bidding adieu to what you once know as steady and safe.

Where once you knew you could rely upon something now you have to figure out what’s next.

What do you do in the aftermath of such a loss?

Not a physical loss necessarily, but the loss of the security in the knowledge that someone would always be there.

That he would always eventually return to make you smile and laugh.

Sparring with sarcastic quips while also letting out a deafening laughing in the face of destruction.

For governments and monarchies alike to crumble at his feet, ever while demanding “Blood for the blood god!”

Becoming a safe space for the those in need of a home, and in turn fighting for them as well.

But just as quickly as he was here, he’s gone.

So what do you do when that happens to you?

Well, as it would now seem, you adjust.

You learn to celebrate what once was here, and remember it fondly as well.

The videos remain, after all.

So in a way, he remains.

His legacy can always live on, as long as people are willing to continue it.

Create for it through story, art, and song.

Continue to tell the tale of the warrior that fought on to the bitter end.

Never let his memory slip away.

That is how he will live on.

Because, he will never die.

[deadwhisper]

Hello everyone,

I am Deadwhisper and I was supposed to be an occasional writer. I started this Tumblr account because I thought I'd write something or the other or at least a poem once a month or something.

I did not. I did not live up to my own comittments ( I have now realised that I never do).

I am a silly, stupid girl who does take things for granted, complains about life and (barely) studies. And I am so sad of my behaviour. It's funny that again after a long time instead of being angry towards my behaviour I'm just sad.

Is this where I will end up? Alone in a room watching YouTube like a dumb kid? I don't know. I don't want that to happen though. The future me that I dreamt of wasn't like this, oof! The future me was smart and witty and quick on her feet. She was at the top of her class and the kindest in her group. She wrote poems and short stories too. She was outgoing and fun to be with.

I am none of these, in fact I'm just the opposite. What an ironic turn of events isn't it. I dream but do not work on what I truly want.

I....

I have been binging alot of dsmp content and amongst them all Technoblade is my favourite. He was amazing and so cool! And always caring about people around him but also just so damn amazing!!! I am so sad that I got to know him after his passing.

But what I really want to say is that he did what he wanted till his last days literally and left a legacy behind. And I want that too....I don't want to die with regrets so stupid. Regrets I could have easily worked on and around. I want to be like Techno too!! Passionate in whatever I do, believing in and working hard towards my dreams.

So I will work upon myself

I will definitely do so

I will write a lil something every now and then and post it. I will play chess, at least a game everyday because I want to learn it. I will study at least 10 hours a day because that is minimised of what I should.

I get 24 hours a day and I am going to make every new set of 24 hours that I receive everyday, matter.

I can do this all. I believe in myself and I also believe in you. If you also are stuck in a rut and if you read this then let us promise each other that we will do one thing better per day. Everyday will we do something better than what we did yesterday and one day, I'm sure of it, we will be amazing!!!

Long live our passionate souls!!!

@deadwhisper

[officiallydoubtful]

The old king sits on his throne

His son is long gone,

But will be long known.

The old king sits on his throne

It used to seat another

That another is gone.

The old king sits on his throne

Sweet memories often turn bitter

But sweet is how he keeps his.

The old king sits on his throne

His people are not yet used to him again

They miss their old ruler still.

The old king sits on his throne

His title returned to him

By the death of his prince.

The old king sits on his throne

He grieves

He rules.

The old king sits on his throne.

He has no heir.

He is alone.

The old king sits on his throne.

[kaisercode]

Saudades.

Uma palavra que só existe no português brasileiro, em outras línguas, seria traduzido para algo como "sinto sua falta".

Apesar de ser considerado certo, parte de mim não consegue aceitar essa definição. Sentir falta e sentir saudades, para mim, são coisas tão diferentes que sequer cabem na mesma frase. Veja bem, eu posso sentir falta do meu cereal preferido quando acordo pela manhã e vejo que acabou, e posso sentir saudades do meu ursinho de pelúcia que, por ventura, esqueci na casa dos meus pais durante as férias. Reparem como ambos sentimentos são completamente diferentes.

Acho que um dos meus maiores problemas com a palavra saudade é que eu não consigo defini-la. Saudades é um sentimento que, para ser entendido, deve ser sentido. Simples. É algo tão grande e consumidor que não há como ser condicionado à simples palavras e uma curta definição; a saudades é inexplicável, mas todos que a conhecem sabem o que ela significa, basta dizer um "é saudade" e eu te garanto que vão entender.

Eu creio que a saudade é algo único porque é algo passageiro. Você pode ser feliz, pode ser triste mas nunca pode ser saudade, apenas estar com saudade. Ela te acompanha por um certo tempo, fica do seu lado te trazendo aquelas sensações que não fariam sentido de estarem juntas; o frio na barriga, o aperto no peito e a vontade de chorar, tudo isso junto de um sorriso aquela sensação de coração quentinho.

Saudades é chegar no seu apartamento vazio depois de um longo dia e se lembrar da casa barulhenta dos seus pais; é recordar tardes brincando com os amigos na rua e entender que aqueles tempos nunca mais irão voltar; é reassistir um vídeo de seu criador preferido e lembrar que ele nunca mais irá postar outro. É aquele momento onde tudo o que você consegue fazer é dizer um fraco "Ah." e deixar com que suas emoções, por alguns minutos, te consumam.

Saudades é um sentimento poderoso, mas não é ruim. É a dor da perda acompanhada da felicidade dos bons momentos; é a angustia junto da aceitação; a raiva e o amor tão entrelaçados que não há como entender onde um acaba e o outro começa. Saudades é cruelmente linda, e triste é aquele que não se permite senti-la.

Saudades eterna, Blood God.

Technoblade Never Dies.

[theangemon]

A bit late, but here's my tribute to the Blade. He brought me a lot of joy, even though I didn't know him as well as his fans did. May he rest in power and conquer the heavens like he sought out to.

[mrtechnodads-updates-deactived]

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

x

[blueywritespoetry]

dear Zeus

king of kings, god of gods

what purpose have you for immorality?

powerhouse among the power blocks

who dishes punishment due to precedent

who has only love for his immortality

Zeus, who is untouchable

nobody told me Zeus wore suits of charcoal

greying hair, stuffed pockets, checkbooks

nobody said he passed the bar flyingly

but oh Zeus, who takes advantage of

us petty laypeople with such ease

what can he be, other than what he is?

Zeus, with a penthouse apartment

Zeus, with only designer labels

Zeus, who's wallet weighs him down

drowns him out at sea

Zeus who's money breaks his head.

Zeus. king of kings, god of gods

if he can't be good, how can I?